Migo Domingo - Streets Need Us (Outro) lyrics

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Migo Domingo - Streets Need Us (Outro) lyrics

[Hook: Takeoff] They call us young rich n***as, for a reason They told me leave the bando, it ain't that easy Hot boy, but my j**elry out the freezer They try to take us from the streets, the streets they need us [Bridge: Takeoff & Jose Guapo] They bust my trap one more time, moving my trap to Geneva Face card A1 no steak sauce, no pa**port need no Visa We f** up Neiman Marcus, we spend a stack on sneakers Shoot him in his face, he gonna' wish that he had Jesus [Verse 1: Quavo] They looking at me cause' they never seen money Pull up in a Beamer with a onion All Benjamins, blue hundreds Came off the porch, I was wrapping mummies Al Capone, meet the Tommy Safe house, cross the country Bugs Bunny got the bando jumping Straight out the jungle, Giuseppe Jumanji [Verse 2: Jose Guapo] Hop out the whip and I'm dressed in the latest I'm talking numbers, I ain't here for conversation Put some ice on my neck and put some ice on my Bezel Hop out the whip with the mask like I'm Jason I walk where I want with that strap on my hip I got the molly sack I'm good when I dip I serve you some gas, call that a QuikTrip Hit a bag for a show n***a, that's a quick flip [Verse 3: Tray1] Tray 1 got a bankroll I'm cooking up crack rock ca**erole I got your unc in the finger fold He went from hustling to smoking blow Now that sh** be a damn shame I got a hit, blame it on c**aine Cocaine cla**ic, coming out the wrapper I swear to god Tray1 ain't just rapping [Verse 4: Migo Domingo] Young n***a go get him f** the club up, f** everybody with him Too many bullets, can't miss him I got a extra 30 shots in my Balmain denims Whole team got racks We a solid foundation, we just leave you with the sacks Your Backwoods ain't fat And that's a cut pint, n***a that's a motherf**ing fact [Verse 5: Migo Jerz] Migo JerZ And I'm still on the curb I'ma jugg his a** if you give me the word Take poured up so my words real slurred If you want a point five then you ain't getting served YRN on my neck for life North side OG, been earned my stripes f** with the Migos, you gon' pay the price I'm in the trap with a Backwood, shooting dice [Verse 6: Johnny Cinco] Pop the 4, Trey got that sh** out the liter Sippin on lean but I'm cooking the reefer Young n***a I got more stripes than Adidas Smile like a cheetah Ho from the stables she work at the [?] Running 10k for a visa f** her and leave her I'm a rich n***a, I pull up in creature Young n***a ball like a preacher [Verse 7: YRN Lingo] Migo, Lingo Young n***a stay with the strap f** up my check, I'ma get it right back My n***as are crazy and that is a fact b**hes want to hate because of the fame I never would trust them because they the same Creeping through the night like Bruce Wayne My money in my pocket gon' stay the same [Verse 8: Skippa da Flippa] Skippa da Flippa's the k**er The trap always gone' need me, I'm the best dealer Arch your back lil more, now I bet you gone' feel 'er Dab on a n***a ho in a chinchilla Old school McGrady, I stay with the Rocket I got the cannon, make you pop, lock, and drop it You talk about blue hundreds, that is my topic You sipping Karo, need to stop it [Hook: Takeoff] They call us young rich n***as, for a reason They told me leave the bando, it ain't that easy Hot boy, but my j**elry out the freezer They try to take us away from the streets, the streets they need us